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January 8, 2006
I’ll have you know I am updating my blog while technically “at Macworld” but I am most emphatically not blogging Macworld. I believe I would need a pair of smudged Elvis Costello glasses to be any good at the latter, or at least the desire to set my alarm for 4 AM in order to stand in line for tomorrow’s keynote, which: no. I would rather eat a grasshopper, seriously.
My prediction: new iPods, new eentsy-sized laptops, and the iPhone everyone’s peeing themselves over. YOU SAW IT HERE FIRST.
(Note: I actually have no idea what Jobs is going to blather about tomorrow, I just pulled that out of my ass. Yes, you’re welcome.)
My luggage made it, thank god, and it was amazingly one of the very first bags to come ka-thunking down the carousel. I recognized it by my incredibly fancy Black Suitcase Differentiation System, which involves one of Cat’s old collars wound around the handle.
The weather in San Francisco today was unbelievably wonderful, at least compared to Seattle’s never-ending dark and dreary (and increasingly cold) downpour – it was sunny and clear and I wish like hell I could visit this city when I’m not mired in tradeshow crapitude because I never have time to see anything but the 5-block radius around the Moscone.
But, it is kind of fun being here. Even though I miss Riley like an amputated limb (it’s a physical ache more than emotional, which I didn’t expect: it’s like I am missing some critical anatomical element). For instance:
• There is a Bloomingdale’s just across the street. Oh baby.
• We ate Thai food at some little place nearby and holy shit, was it ever good.
• I saw Pan’s Labyrinth (gorgeous, dark, sad [I cried like a big wiener], wonderful) tonight in what has to be the most comfortable theater I’ve ever been in.
• Also: room service. Creme brulee after 10 PM? DON’T MIND IF I DO.
Early (way, way too early) this morning.
Coming into S.F.
Street near the hotel.
Dudes playing some catchy music. I am such a tourist.
My home away from home for the week. Notable features: freakishly giant pillows, single-cup coffeemaker.
I slobbed up the bathroom in about five seconds.
On the downside, the soda machine here in the hotel demands $2.50 for a plastic bottle of Diet Coke. TWO DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS, what the everloving FUCK.
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Okay, if you had a 7 AM flight tomorrow morning and your iPod was smelling a little…not so fresh, what would you buy from iTunes tonight? The last things I downloaded were Snow Patrol, Imogen Heap, old They Might Be Giants, Nellie McKay, Ok Go, The Sounds, and Keane, to give you some vague sense of context for what I like (basically, anything except for super-twangy country).
Also, some images I’ve been uploading to Flickr lately:
From the Seahawks game last night that JB and Joe went to. MAN they had great seats, and it was a great game, too. I don’t even care about football and I’m pissed I didn’t get to go.
The Boy, being cute.
The Boy, being kind of a miserable S.O.B about wearing a raincoat. (But it was a green raincoat with a frog on it! Does he not understand the cuteness factor here? GOD.)
This is how Riley dances: by doing a bunch of deep knee bends. If only he’d learn to kick, too, so we could get some hot Russian squat-dance action going.
Heh. Stare all you want, bucko, that spoon trick only worked in the Matrix.
I just talked to my coworker who is already in San Francisco, and on his direct flight from Seattle to SF, the same flight I’ll be on tomorrow, the airline managed to lose his luggage. I am currently in the midst of defying the laws of physics to cram everything I need for a week of tradeshow mania into one small bag, which I had planned on checking (because do I travel with millions of bottles of various unguents, all of which are now banned from carryons? YES I DO), and if this thing gets lost…well, I’ll be the girl at Macworld with no extra clothes, no toiletries, and no deodorant. In other words, I’ll fit right in.
(Dear United: that statement was in no way meant to tempt you to send my suitcase hurtling into a black hole, never to return. If I am separated from my hairdryer for more than 24 hours I break out in giant hives, so please…think of the children.)
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